Comments:

Pam - 2005-07-24 13:19:52
Funny how that immunity creeps up on you. I don't write about it much, but these days it seems I'm pretty much the pesky roommate my husband has to put up with to take care of our obligations, and I've gone from hurt to angry to resigned to some days not even really noticing. When you feel you've done all you can without cutting into the heart and soul of your own being (and you should never do that), what else can you do?
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DanjerusKurves - 2005-07-25 16:47:56
At the risk of sounding insensitive, it's really quite simple. You've acknowledged that both the present and the future are bleak. Move. On. Don't *talk* about moving on. Just do it. Or wake up 10 years from now wondering why you just wasted your life on being unhappy.
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scott - 2005-07-25 18:24:06
acknowledged, DK. i just need to give her an allowance to leave me.
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DanjerusKurves - 2005-07-26 12:42:47
Can I get an allowance for giving you stern but supportive advice? Here's another one: Your happiness will be worth every dime it takes to get out of a bad relationship. Sheesh, and they say money can't buy happiness. Idiots.
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scott - 2005-07-26 14:27:27
Ms. K, consider yourself "on retainer" if peace of mind does indeed ensue. i agree with both of your observations, actually... and Lennon/McCarntey sang "Money Can't Buy Me Love". i think that's accurate...but certainly not stern and supportive!
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DanjerusKurves - 2005-07-26 14:35:20
Tell you what, give ME the money and I'll get rid of her for you. In the nicest possible way, of course.
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scottski - 2005-07-26 15:15:38
of course, you must make it "nice". i don't want to roast in the Lake Of Fire for impoliteness! i'll save you a place, Oh, Unscrupulous One.
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DanjerusKurves - 2005-07-27 00:06:18
Dahling, I already have a 99% shot at a hostile takeover of the heated place. I'd rather party with the sinners than whine with the saints.
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